you were a manicurist working in the heart of a big city, you were literally absorbed in your work.

today, surprisingly, there were few clients, which meant that you could leave early. you were young, and you wanted to walk around bars and restaurants, but you didn’t have money for such pleasures. in principle, you didn’t really want to.

entering the nearest, unusual for your tired eyes, large supermarket to buy groceries before going home.

there weren’t many people, although the store wasn’t empty. right at the entrance, on the street, you had long noticed a group of soldiers, apparently figuring out who would go to the store, so as not to run with the whole crowd, so as not to scare the civilians, but you didn’t pay attention.

taking the necessary products, you went to the checkout, paid for the purchases and were about to leave, when a man ran up to you, with equipment on himself and a bag of food in his hand

-Miss, wait! - He called out to you, coming closer. The difference in height was not big, only a couple of centimeters, but it was clear that he was taller.

-You are so pretty, can i get your number?